Darren’s intro to “Words" (via putawaythefairytales)

oKAY this is the last version you’ll see of this picture. i hemmed and hawwed about posting it but in the end it really sums up my headcanons nicely and i’d like to have it here.

boys ;___;

This is so fucking gorgeous and heartbreaking. 

You should date my brother.

Uh… I didn’t know you had a brother?

This is Hannah.

Oh! Stole your brother’s phone, huh?

Yes.

Sneaky.

You should date him.

Okay?

Really.

I don’t think he’d agree with you.

No but he would.

What makes you so sure?

He’s often sad.

What? Why?

I don’t know. He won’t tell me.

Well he hasn’t told me, either.

He’s not sad when he talks about you.

…?

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ficlet: Time

They all seem the same, these waiting rooms. Same hard, cold plastic chairs. Tinny smooth-jazz tinkling from a corner in the ceiling. Gray on gray color scheme with soft focus paintings of flowers or geometric shapes or boats. Kurt uncrosses then recrosses his legs and shifts in the chair, the chains on his belt scraping across it, flips another page in his magazine.

It’s several minutes of reading the same paragraph over and over and over and still not absorbing a single word that he realizes the article is, upon closer inspection titled, “Turkey School: 27 tips and tricks for turkey hunting.”

He sets the magazine down with the other issues of Field and Stream, Golf Digest and a fairy tattered copy of Better Homes and Gardens. He thinks about perusing that one instead, but settles for staring unblinking at the closed gray door leading to the examining rooms. 

“Let me know if that works.”

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The spoilers regarding 4x21 gave me feelings. Bear with me. 1508 words.

Kurt is used to getting bad news.

Your mother didn’t make it. You can’t sing that. Your dad had an heart attack. Karofsky is back. Pavarotti is dead. Ladies and gentlemen, your 2011 prom queen, Kurt Hummel. We lost nationals. Kurt may be a little delicate for Tony. There were more ballots than our seniors. Blaine is going to need surgery. David tried to kill himself. I didn’t get in. I was with someone. I have prostate cancer.

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Kurt & Blaine - So close but still so far… (by InspirationxStrikes)

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I’m warning you, before pressing play, make sure you sure you have tissues with you because I’m being completely serious when saying that I was sobbing at some points while editing the clips together…

Free box of tissues:

*hugs in advance*

Okay, so about the video now:

I’m sure you noticed that this is my first video of them since season 3 aired, more precisely since 3.17. 

Season 4 has been truly heartbreaking for these two, I was so affected by the break up that I decided to detach myself a little from the show so I wouldn’t break down crying each time the couple was mentioned or one of their songs was playing…

But after 4.15 and the CWM scene, I just lost it and so I needed an outlet for the emotions that have built up since 4.04. 

As for the choice of song, it actually happened because I was listening to itunes on shuffle and suddenly the song came on and it just hit me how much the lyrics fitted them. Then, I had the idea to sort of use the CWM clips in a similar way as it has been done in the episode with flashbacks and parallels between the CWM performance and actions that both characters have done.

Spoiler alert:

This doesn’t have a happy ending. It somehow gives a similar conclusion than the CWM dream did in the episode. They’re both still close, their love has not faded but for now they’re still the distance, one of them is still not ready to let go of his protective wall and trust again and the other accepted to stay away and give space and time until they can be together again.

You may notice that I used a similar glowy/blurry effect for some of the clips. I really liked the way the flashbacks were edited in the performance (although, low blow because that was painful…) so I decided to use it again for more flashbacks (I’m evil, didn’t you know?)

I hope that you’ll forgive me if the video made you cry… *hugs you tight*

And let’s all remember “I believe in happy endings” even though right now, things don’t look too bright, there’s hope and we need to hold on to that. 

If you’ve read all this, you deserve a cookie and a baby cupcake.

Thank you for watching.

I would love to hear some feedbacks but I’d understand if you couldn’t write anything because you’ve drowned in your tears *hugs again*

Courage

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Kurt just arrived in New York when he finds a box between his things that most certainly doesn’t belong to him.

(this is during the time of the The New Rachel episode.)

Kurt didn’t notice anything unusual about his boyfriend’s behavior at first.

Sure, Blaine was being much more affectionate than he usually was, but Kurt mostly passed it off as him being like that because he wanted them to spend as much time together as possible before Kurt left for New York.

So of course he didn’t notice the small black box Blaine slipped from behind his back and onto Kurt’s bed. Thinking it was just one of his many accessory chests, Kurt quickly stuffed it with the rest of his things that he was packing for his move.

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Fic: Let's Play Pretend - part 9/11

  New York is everything Blaine has been dreaming of, and more. It’s huge and crowded, bright with neon lights and murky where the lights don’t reach. It smells of car fumes and street food and, most of all, possibilities. It’s a place where dreams come true. It’s life itself, and Blaine drinks it up from the minute they get off the plane. It doesn’t matter that they only have two hotel rooms for the entire Glee club, or that Mr. Schue disappears as soon as he’s done lecturing them on the ground rules for this trip – they have three days and two nights in the city that never sleeps, and Blaine wishes he could give up on sleep, too.

They’re in New York.

The first day is the most busy and chaotic. Everyone’s in a frenzy of sightseeing and exploring, in couples and little groups, so it’s the best opportunity to do something Blaine has been planning for weeks.

“Can I take you out on a proper date tonight?” he blurts out at Kurt as soon as the three of them are out of earshot of their friends. Or they would be, if Rachel’s delighted squeal on her brother’s behalf wasn’t quite that piercing. Kurt’s eyes get wide and incredulous.

“Really? A real date? Just the two of us and dressing up and not hiding?”

“Yes.” Blaine shoots Rachel a look in case she wanted to invite herself along, but she’s just beaming at them. “I called my brother, he spent a few months here last year, and he recommended some nice places. We could go around seven and have a walk afterwards, and still be back for Mr. Schue’s curfew at eleven. I wish we could go see a Broadway play, too, but it’s too late and–”

“Blaine. I’d love to go on a date with you. Dinner and a walk sound wonderful.” Kurt’s eyes are sparkling, two bits of bright blue sky, filled with sunshine.

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pairing: Kurt/Blaine (Klaine) based off of my own little headcanons: imagine klaine pillow talk and theyre just gazin at each other and kurt goes “i forgive you” and blaine just tears up and kisses kurt softly

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A/N: The flashback in this ficlet was written by the lovely Inez, who very graciously allowed me to use her amazing words once again. I only expanded them a little. So a big thank you to her, and I hope she enjoys this little text. ♥

  Kurt strokes his hands down his shirt, smoothing down the non-existent wrinkles on it. The fabric feels cool under his touch, but it’s rapidly growing warmer from the heat of his body, from the nervous warmth that seems to burn inside his skin. Except it’s not exactly nervousness – it feels more like excitement, like his breath has been taken away and replaced by something warm and lovely and concrete, something that makes his nerves and cells flush.

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Ficlet: "To Build A Home"

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Future fic. Fluff and fluff with a dash of fluff

Word Count: 1000~

Summary: Kurt, Blaine and a storm.

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Kurt let his eyes close, tilting his head to the side as he listened to the rain beating all around him. A small smile tugged at his lips as he heard a halfhearted groan from a few feet behind him, but nothing more came of it. It still surprised him how heavy a sleeper Blaine was. The world could be ending at the foot of his bed and he would just snuggle closer to his or Kurt’s pillow and snore right through it. Kurt stopped counting years ago the number of times Blaine slept through his alarm because Kurt had gotten up and left for work before him, not there to pull him away from bed with the promise of coffee and kisses. Tonight, or rather that morning, however, Kurt wasn’t concerned with waking up early. That didn’t stop the weather from interfering with his sleep, though.

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